A Hero Will Save Me
by AlwaysandforeverSnape
Summary: Hermione leaves a violent Ron, suspecting she is pregnant. Professor Snape provides the medicine to help her through but turns out to be the medicine her heart needed all along. Rated T to be safe.
1. Chapter 1

**Hello Everybody, welcome to my second fanfiction, I am currently in the middle of a Sherlock one : Always Waiting, Never Asking so feel free to go and check that out. I will be leaving various notes throughout this fanfiction about updates and whatnot so for now read, review and Enjoy :)**

**Prologue**

Hermione Granger never though that she would be in need of a job. And she never thought that it would be Professor Snape who came to her rescue. But after the war, despite having completed her NEWTs, she had been finding it difficult to find work, and there was a very simple reason for not being able to do so. Ron Weasley.

Hermione now realised that what she had felt for Ron during their time hunting horcruxes was not, in fact, love but rather a lust born out of the proximity in which they had been living, and then the gaping hole that had been left in the friendship when Ron had stormed out on that stormy night. However, they had tried to make the relationship work.

They had been on dates together and a few solo nights in. But beneath the happy smiles across butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, and beneath the pathetic fumbles in the dark that Hermione once thought enticing, the cracks were beginning to show.

They would fight rather than agree and neither could bring themselves to look the other in the eye. And then one night, after a particularly nasty argument over the length of time Hermione spent with books rather than with him, Ron hit her.

That had been the turning point in the relationship. Many people who bothered to read the war reports in the papers were mislead into believing Hermione Granger to be a heroine and a strong person to have survived the war.

Heroine maybe and physically strong in terms of magic yes, but emotionally Hermione was as weak as they come.

This stemmed from a childhood of bullying her primary school classmates, who would ridicule her and embarrass her to satisfy their need to feel power over her. So when Ron hit her, although the relationship changed, and on the inside Hermione felt she should leave him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. And so it carried on. If Hermione didn't have dinner ready in time she got a slap. If she didn't meet his eyes she got a punch.

And then Hermione missed a period, and the reality of what she had been living with hit her. The possibility that she was carrying another person, someone who needed her care and needed to rely on her, meant that she could no longer live under the same roof as Ron. So she packed her bags and decided to leave not note or explanation.

She would first visit the new apothecary in Diagon Alley and then the bank. After she had taken stock of what little money she thought she had she would visit and estate agent, to see what she could afford , if anything.

And so we join Hermione as she is leaving the house and readying herself for the trip to Diagon Alley. Little does she know, her life is about to take a turn for the better, and it is a turn she will never forget.


	2. Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Hermione looked around at her familiar surroundings. She was sad to be leaving the place she had inhabited since leaving Hogwarts, but at the same time she was glad to be ridding herself of the memories that hung around the place like spiders from the ceiling. Admittedly she should probably have made Ron leave instead as it was _her _apartment, but for trying to make a quick getaway this seemed the better alternative.

She sighed and picked up her bags, shrinking them to fit in her pocket. Walking to the door she stopped and turned back one last time. Yes she was sad to leave, but surely, whatever was waiting for her would be better.

…...~*~...

Severus Snape gazed out of the window of his office thoughtfully. He wasn't sure what to think anymore. While there were moments of his job that he enjoyed, mainly the curing people part, he was not sure he had found his forte. No, that had been his stint as Potions Master, a position no longer open to him. Yes, McGonagall was quite clear on that score. And so he had turned to being a consultant at a pharmacy that dealt with minor illnesses and smaller maladies than St. Mungo's so that the hospital didn't get too crowded. And although he was good at his job (_very _good in fact), he was not entirely satisfied.

He was just mulling over the possibility of opening his own apothecary on Diagon Alley when through the window he saw the dishevelled form of a young woman, picking her way towards the entrance. Snape couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew that bushy, short hair from somewhere.

Turning to his appointment list he saw that he was the only free consultant at the moment, so it was likely that he would be seeing to the familiar young woman.

His thoughts were confirmed when he heard Natasha, the clerk who worked on the front desk, ushering the young woman (he assumed) in the direction of his office.

"Right this way Miss Granger, Mr Snape should be free according to the schedule."

Granger? Snape's eyes widened. Well this should be interesting. Turning from his computer he sat facing the door waiting. And then Natasha ushered Miss Granger in and Snape's heart (yes he has a heart) dropped.


	3. Chapter 3

**Okay before I start the new chapter I just want to say a big THANK YOU to everyone who has favourited/ followed/ reviewed this story. I do only have 2 reviews so far so either my writing style is perfect (which it isn't) or you guys just aren't reviewing. In which case I ask WHYYYYYY?...the message here is that I want you to review because I love you all so much :) **

Into his office walked Miss Granger's dishevelled form. And Snape saw that she looked rough. With

bewilderment brewing inside him he noted the black eye, the bruises round her neck, the red mark across her cheek and the way she held her right arm, which suggested she was in some pain. For all his observing he failed to notice the protective way Hermione's left arm curved around her body.

Snape invited Hermione to sit down, and asked Natasha to bring some refreshments. Sitting down behind his desk he greeted Hermione in an assertive tone.

"Miss Granger, long time no see, what seems to be the problem?"

Hermione gave him a sad look, opened her mouth and began to speak.

"I think I may be pregnant, and I don't know what to do."

Hermione hung her head, she had known for some time that the Professor had left Hogwarts, but she hadn't realised he would have gone into another profession. So it was quite a shock to see him seated behind the desk as she walked in, and now she cringed at the thought of him helping her with personal issues.

Snape noticed the way she hung her head and before broaching the subject of her pending pregnancy he said, in a much softer voice,

"Miss Granger, I am no longer your teacher, and so unable to scold you, would you please look at me instead of acting like one wrong footing will render you in my bad books."

At this Hermione burst into tears.

"I'm sorry P-P-Professor, i'll t-t-try."

"Granger, why are you crying? I was merely asking you to look at me, I'm not about to hurt you." The concern in Snape's voice was evident now, he realise, and his mind was turning to ponder the question of what could possibly have happened to Miss Granger to have so dramatically changed her demeanour to that of a seven year old child, rather than the confident woman she once was.

Hermione composed herself and lifted her chin, bringing her eyes levels to the deep irises of her former Professor. Shuddering she apologised for her behaviour (not that she needed to in Snape's eyes) and said again,

"I believe I am pregnant and am in need of confirmation of the fact."

"And I will gladly do so, but I must enquire as to why Mr Weasley is not here accompanying you?"

Snape did not fail to catch the shudder that ran up Hermione's body when Ron's name was mentioned.

"He is...indisposed...got a lot of work to do."

"Right...and lets not ignore the elephant in the room here Miss Granger, how did you come by these injuries?"

"I didn't so much as come by them, more they were laid upon me," Hermione muttered.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You misunderstand Granger, I heard exactly what you said, I merely find it difficult to believe that you would have got yourself into a fight, when you are aware of your current predicament...unless..." It was like a lightbulb in Snape's head.

"Miss Granger, with the utmost respect to your privacy I must enquire as to who gave you these injuries, and whether it was, as I strongly suspect, Mr Weasley?"

Once again Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she covered her face in her hands and her whole body shook. The next words out of her mouth filled Snape with such anger as he had never felt before.

"Y-Y-Yes, it was him...he hit me."


	4. Chapter 4

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Snape stared blankly at his desk for a few seconds. It was very rare that he was rendered speechless but this was one such occasion. He simply could not believe that anyone would hit another person for no reason other than to assert their authority. Lifting his gaze his gaze landed on Hermione's face, to find her turning away from his gaze almost immediately.

"Well," said Snape, speaking a lot more softly that Hermione would have thought possible, "let's get you fixed up and then we'll do this test, yes?"

Hermione nodded her agreement and Snape stood up, moved over to Hermione and began casting diagnostic spells, healing her as he went. After about fifteen minutes of this Snape straightened up and declared Hermione healed.

"Right Miss Granger, if you could hoist yourself onto the bed here and we'll do the all important test."

Hermione did as he asked and Snape bent over her, muttering under his breath. Suddenly the tip of his wand shot out a ball of white light that came to rest over Hermione's abdomen. The light hovered for a few moments before turning a brilliant shade of pink. Snape bowed his head, as though regretting delivering the news to Hermione.

"It's a girl Hermione, you're pregnant, I'm sorry."

"The only regret I have Professor is that the child has such a man for a father, not that I have a child that I must now look after."

"Well, are you sure you can manage? The child is due on the 14th May but you need to come for regular check ups every month. I wouldn't normally do this Granger but I will give you the number for my pager, that way you won't be alone should anything bad happen."

"Thank you Professor," Hermione was shocked at how caring Snape was being, "and yes I believe I can manage, at least for the majority of the time. If things get tough I know now I can turn to you and also Harry if the need arises."

"Very well then, you are free to go Miss Granger, your next check up is the 16th of October. I'll see you then."

"Yes Sir, thank you."

Hermione got up off the bed and gathered her things, deciding that next, she would head for Gringotts.

After Hermione had left, Snape sat behind his desk with his head in his hands. He hated this type of thing, and knowing that the baby would grow up just as he had done, without a father, made it that much worse. There was nothing for it. At the next Order meeting Snape would have to break patient confidentiality and inform the Weasleys of what their youngest son had brought about.

...~*~...

Hermione stared at the goblin opposite her.

"Are you sure? Surely there must be some mistake, could you check again please."

"Miss Granger's bank balance stands at two million Galleons, four hundred and fifty thousand Sickles and five Knuts."

Hermione couldn't believe it. She knew that after the war she had gained some money but had no idea how much. Now it turned out she was almost as rich a Harry. She could easily afford a house, with a nice room for the baby.

"Thank you Griphook, I'd like to make a large withdrawal in the future as I am planning on purchasing a house. Would that be ok?"

"Yes Miss."

"Thank You"

Exiting the bank Hermione was in a daze, and decided that she would go and visit the estate agents.

...~*~...

"Oh I'm going to wring the boy's neck! How dare he do that to Hermione, how must she be feeling." Molly Weasley's screams echoed through the house.

"Thank goodness you told us Severus, otherwise we might have gone on ignoring her with no clue as to what happened."

"I felt it necessary to inform you as Hermione is going to need a lot of help over the coming months."

"What do you mean Severus, has she psychological damage? That boy is getting a howler."

"Not psychological Molly, no, and it's not really damage. You see she is pregnant with Ronald's daughter."

"WHAT! He was hitting her and she is pregnant. That is IT, it's the last straw. ARTHUR GET YOUR COAT WE'RE PAYING RONALD A VISIT. AND BRING YOUR WAND."

Severus smiled, feeling he had at least done the right thing. Standing her bade Molly goodnight and headed home to Spinner's End. Over the next four weeks he remained busy. But Hermione was never far from his mind.

...~*~...

Ron looked around him at the charred couch, the obliterated kitchen unit and his clothes strewn all over the floor, most of them with various burn marks and rips. His mum and dad had disowned him. How dare they, Hermione had gotten what she deserved. There and then he vowed to get his revenge on Hermione for what she had brought upon him.

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	5. Chapter 5

**THANK YOU REVIEWERS!...i know I haven't mentioned this but this story is not canon...though many of you with half a brain will have worked that out :) I love all this feedback i'm getting YAY soo carry on reading (you're lucky, two updates in two days!)**

Hermione stood in front of the mirror, poised to do battle with her hair. She hated the way her hair looked, like she'd just stuck her finger in a plug. Sighing she began to yank the brush through her hair marvelling at how much change had happened in the last three weeks. She had bought a beautiful cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmead that had honeysuckle growing around the door. She had fallen in love with it as soon as she saw it because it looked like something from a fairytale. She had always scoffed at how easily the fairytale princesses floated through life, and shook her head at the fact that the stories were fantasies designed not to be taken seriously, as every little girl had done since the dawn of time.

Having completed her hair (not without pulling a few bristles out of the brush), Hermione turned sidewards to be able to get a better view of herself in the mirror. She was 6 weeks into her pregnancy and already there was a tiny, almost indecipherable, bump protruding from somewhere near her abdomen. She laid her hand on it, hoping the baby could feel how much love she already felt for the child. So far, her pregnancy had been fairly easy, a few bouts of morning sickness had befouled her, but other than that she couldn't complain and had not yet had to make use Snape's pager number. Her appointment to see him was to be on the following Wednesday and she was looking forward to it. For some reason Hermione felt a lot safer within the confines of the doctor's office than anywhere else. Perhaps because she knew what a formidable man Snape was, and that anybody mad enough to cross him would find themselves facing certain death.

Getting dressed Hermione noted that, small though her bump was, it still made her jeans tight. Making a mental note to pick up some new ones, Hermione made her way downstairs to check the mail. Still no job offers. Exasperatedly Hermione decided that if she didn't get a job soon she would apply to be a waitress in the Three Broomsticks. Although Hermione was now rich, she couldn't stand to do nothing all day and really needed to be doing something active.

Wincing, Hermione decided that what she needed right now though, was some headache potion. She could feel a bad one on its way. Opening her medical cupboard she groaned. There wasn't any headache relief potion, she would have to go to the Apothecary.

Grabbing her handbag and her wand she left the house, heading for Diagon Alley.

...~*~...

Snape was frustrated. He didn't have enough ingredients to make the headache potions that he so desperately needed. He had had an awful day at work. First there had been a bout of dragon pox and people were still coming to him with the severe after effects. Secondly Malfoy had been in announcing that Draco had come home with a nasty bite and could Severus please take a look at it. And so he had obliged and diagnosed Master Draco with a snake bite that looked worse than it was. Once Draco had stopped whimpering about how he was most certainly going to die and how his father would hear about the danger's of working with animals, Severus was able to inform him that the bite was not from a poisonous snake and he would (unfortunately) survive for the time being.

Because of Malfoy's antics he had missed lunch and had barely had a drink all day, consequently leaving him with a stinking headache and no ingredients with which to make the potion. Coming to the conclusion that he really did need a headache potion, and fast, he decided to head for the nearest apothecary, which turned out to be in Diagon Alley. Grabbing his travelling cloak Snape left the house in a hurry, only pausing to glare at the neighbour's cat and reset his wards.


	6. Chapter 6

**Okay okay, don't all shout at me at once, I know this update is reall REALLY late but I have been busy with trying to get university sorted. Anyway, your update is here now and that's all that matters! Thank you for all of your lovely reviews. I did have a complaint from a guest that Ron hitting Hermione is so out of character. To this I say, what is the point in running a FanFiction if we have to write canon all the time? If you don't like it, don't read it. And a heads up. The ingredients used here for the headache potions are made up. I have no idea how to make a headache potion.**

Hermione took in a deep breath as she crossed the threshold of the Apothecary. She loved the strange smell of herbs mixed with a faint smell of blood together with the scent of lavender that hung around the shop, in an attempt to get rid of the bad smells.

It reminded her of a simpler time, brewing in the cold oppressive dungeon, with Professor Snape breathing down their necks.

Stepping further into the shop she proceeded to browse the shelves for the ingredients to a headache potion. Lavender for relaxation, ginger to settle her body, chocolate for sweetness but she had trouble finding crushed Unicorn horn to relieve tension. In fact the further round the shop Hermione got, the more it became clear that they were all out of Unicorn Horn. Sighing she put the rest of the ingredients back on their respective shelves and came to terms with the fact that she would have to go without a potion.

Making her way to the front of the shop Hermione noticed Professor Snape standing in line for the till and in his arms were all the ingredients to make a headache potion, including the elusive Unicorn horn.

"Good day Miss Granger, I see you are doing well."

"I am, thank you Professor...well, I was."

"Oh?" A look of concern flashed across Snape's face.

"Oh its nothing."

"I am sure it is something Miss Granger or did you come into the Apothecary on a Sunday afternoon merely intending to browse?"

"Well no I didn't bu-"

"Well pray, tell me what is the matter?"

"I...well...I have a headache but I couldn't find and crushed Unicorn horn." Hermione stared pointedly and the little bottle in Snape's arms.

"Ah, I see, that is a bit of a problem."

"Yes well, nothing I can't deal with."

"I'm sure...Miss Granger, I'm sure there is enough here to make two vials of potion, allow me to brew it for you, you shouldn't be doing it anyway in your predicament."

"That's very kind Professor but I don't want to intrude."

"Not at all, perhaps you would be content to repay the favour by cooking something for me to eat while I am at your house, I'm afraid I didn't eat before I came out?"

"Yes of course!" Hermione exclaimed, fear churning in her stomach, having the feared potions master over for dinner, whatever next. "But I don't know what you like."

"Spaghetti will be fine, I assume that with your exceptional skills in potions this will not be too onerous a task for you?"

"No, of course not!" Hermione said indignantly.

"Very well then, wait for me outside the store, I shall pay for these and I am afraid then you will have to take the floo home, since apparating two people will cause too much stress for the baby and since I do not know where you live, this is the best option."

"Perhaps, yes, I'll wait outside then."

Turning on her heel Hermione stepped outside into the street and leant against the window of the apothecary waiting for Snape to come out. She hoped he would like her house, she hadn't quite finished moving in and she hoped it would be satisfactory. Then she was distracted when she heard the whispers. They started off too quiet for her to hear at first, and they seemed to be coming from the people in the street who were walking past. She looked around confusedly until one passer by said it loud enough for her to hear very clearly.

"Slut."

Hermione gasped. Surely they weren't all saying the same thing. But on closer inspection she realised they were and what's more, the whispers were directed at her. Tears began to fall down her cheeks and without waiting for Snape, Hermione ran for the Leaky Cauldron, grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted,

"Honeysuckle Cottage," before disappearing into the emerald green flames.


	7. Chapter 7

**Yes yes I know, I'm a horrid person and I don't deserve the lovely reviews you gave me. Any how I'll say this...however long between updates doesn't matter, I will never abandon a story...I can't stand it when people do that. Here you go! Enjoy!**

Snape stepped out of the shop blinking at the sudden harsh sunlight. He looked around at the people going about their shopping and realised he couldn't see Hermione. He swung round wondering if she had gone back into the shop, but still couldn't see her.

A frown forming on his face, he turned and began to jog down the street looking for her. Craning his neck he looked down every alleyway and every side street, still unable to find her.

He knew that she must have gone home, but why go when she knew she was meant to be waiting for him?

Shaking his head, Snape apparated to the only place he knew that would have answers.

…-*-...

Harry was just settling James into his high chair when the flames in his fireplace roared a brilliant green, and out stepped his old potions professor, wearing an expression Harry had never seen on his face. Confusion.

"Where does Hermione live?" The urgency in Snape's voice startled Harry, who had to think for a second before answering.

"I think the place is called Honeysuckle House...no wait...Cottage. It's right at the edge of Hogsmeade. She moved out of her old home after..." Harry's voice trailed off.

"I am well aware of her situation Potter, no need to tiptoe round it."

"Yes well...anyway, why on earth do you need to know Prof-"

"I don't teach you anymore Potter. I am the doctor burdened with overviewing her pregnancy. I trust that you will keep that information to yourself, although I suspect you will be unable to refrain from telling someone, most probably your wife."

Harry shuffled uncomfortably. He had forgotten how adept Snape was at reading people.

Snape, sensing Harry's discomfort, stepped back towards the fireplace.

"Well I won't keep you any longer, if I do I fear that child may do something drastic to get you feed him, and I would not like to face Ginevra if that happened. Honeysuckle Cottage!" And with that Snape left, leaving Harry with a similar look of confusion on his face.

At that moment Ginny arrived back from her mum's house.

"I'm home! How are we...still alive?" Walking into the kitchen Ginny looked at her husband, sensing something was off, "something wrong?"

"Professor Snape just 'dropped' by...looking for Hermione."

Ginny frowned, and looking puzzled replied, "hmm, yes that is a bit strange..JAMES POTTER GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR FOOD DISH."

All thoughts of Hermione and Snape left the couple's heads as they wrestled with their son, who was now happily throwing food on the floor.

…-*-...

Hermione sniffed. She wondered how everyone had found out what had happened, or even if they had. Maybe they saw her stomach and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Either way Hermione felt rotten. So bad that even a full tub of ice-cream hadn't made her feel better, and she had only succeeded in making herself feel ill. Her headache now tripled in intensity and she began cursing Snape for taking the ingredients, and cursing herself for not waiting for him. Surely things couldn't get much worse for her.

They could.

5 minutes later, Hermione heard her door bang open and she jumped, knocking the ice-cream tub to the floor. A very angry Snape now stood in her doorway, but his expression softened when he saw her tear streaked face.

"Hermione," he whispered exasperatedly, "what the _hell _happened?"

In response Hermione's face crumpled again and fresh tears tumbled down her cheeks, and her body was jerked by fierce sobs.


	8. Chapter 8

**Another update :D...finally beginning to find a balance between Uni work and relaxing so hopefully there will be more regular updates :). I am overcome with the amount of reviews and follows and favourites that this story has attracted! It gives me confidence that people actually like my writing. I do get negative reviews saying that my characters are OOC. But to them I say what is the point in having artistic licence if you can't use it. Also people complain about the length of the chapters. I have my own reasons for that so I hope you can understand that. Another point I need to address is the fact that after the last chapter was posted I got a really bad review, and it was slating me as a writer rather than giving constructive criticism. I welcome constructive criticism if you have it please don't feel the need to bite your tongue. What I don't appreciate is people telling me I am a less than average writer writing a less than average story. So if you don't like the story for reasons other than technical ones then please keep it to yourself. Okay nagging mom bit over with :) thanks for trawling through that but it needed saying. ON WITH THE CHAPTER! Enjoy! **

Snape looked at Hermione who was crumpled on the floor in front of him, her shoulders shaking with repressed sobs. He was uncomfortable to say the least, crying women were not his forte. Crouching beside her he gently laid a hand on her back, offering the only comfort he felt prepared to give. So he was surprised when Hermione leant into him, clutching at his cloak and burying her face in it. They stayed like that, Hermione sobbing into his cloak and Snape repressing the urge to wrap her in his arms, for several minutes. Eventually it seemed that Hermione had once again gained composure and she moved away from him straightening up and wiping her face on her sleeve.

"I am...sorry...Professor, I got your cloak wet...it was uncalled for."

"No apology necessary Granger, and a wet cloak is easily rectified," he answered with sincerity, taking out his wand he muttered a drying spell,

"there, see? Easy."

"Harry called to say you were coming. I must say I expected you earlier, he said you came straight here but that was almost half an hour ago." She looked at him questioningly.

Snape rolled his eyes, "Can that boy keep nothing to himself for more than thirty seconds? I had...business to attend to. I got out a few fireplaces earlier so I could complete my errands on the way here. Plus I left the headache ingredients at Harry's so I had to go back for them and then drop them off at my house."

"Oh, right...err...would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Something stronger? I confess I do not know your drinking habits."

"I wouldn't expect you to. Water will be fine thank you." Unfailingly polite as always, thought Hermione. Merlin knows what his home life must have been like.

A moment later Hermione returned with a glass of water for Snape and coffee for herself, and motioned for him to sit down. Doing so Snape waited until Hermione had settled herself and gently reached over to take the cup of coffee from her hand. Setting it down on a small table to the right of him, he turned to Hermione, who was staring at her hands.

"Hermione. What happened. I've not known you run away from anything in all the time I've known you so don't even try telling me it was nothing." Again, the softness in his voice surprised her, she hadn't known he was capable of not sound like he was chastising a student.

"I...I was stood outside the shop and...and at first I was fine I was just waiting for you...but then...bu-but then I heard the whispers," Hermione was breathing heavily, close to tears again.

"Whispers?"

"Y-Yes...they said...th-they said..." once again she struggled to get the words out.

"Hermione, you can tell me...I promise I won't dock points."

A ghost of a smile flitted across Hermione's face.

"They all said the same thing...o-one word. They called me a slut." The last sentence was expelled forcefully from her mouth as if it left a bad taste. "Obviously, Ron talked. Probably told them I was sleeping with someone else." Hanging her head, Hermione tried to hide as more tears made their way through her lashes, she didn't want to make Snape feel any more awkward than she had no doubt he already felt.

Snape sat for a moment digesting this information.

"Hermione, come here." No person deserved to be ridiculed like she had been. He had been able to deal with it when he had been getting bullied and when snide remarks followed him to each class at Hogwarts, so he knew how she felt. No-one deserved that.

Brown eyes furrowed in confusion, Hermione scooted closer to her former Professor wonder what he wanted. Until his arms came around her and held her there. Silent tears turned once again into great racking sobs, but somehow Snape made it better. Just holding her.


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